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I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

It's Actually Very Difficult To Make Something Both Simple And Good.

To Get The Stuff Out Of You, Especially If What You're Dealing With Is Yourself, Requires You To Open Up And Touch Tender Spots. You Have To Be Anesthetized A Little Bit.

Just Slip Out The Back, Jack, Make A New Plan, Stan, You Don't Need To Be Coy, Roy, Just Get Yourself Free. Hop On The Bus, Gus, You Don't Need To Discuss Much, Just Drop Off The Key, Lee, And Get Yourself Free.